tHe cHOiR

ThE motheRs stand huDDled,
enTwined in A kisS
COmposeD of nEw sonGs
tHey LaMent tiMes gRey misT
ThE melodY a sireN, a
HOMEcomiNg cALL
HeaRd dEEp withiN realmS
wHere All lOST footstePs fAll
AnD sOMeTimes, iN soRRow,
ThE cHildreN sinG bacK
tHe choiR cOmpleTe aS
mooNs Light stArtleS blaCk,
tHougH...
nO anGel can heaR thEm fOr
thE angelS aLL sleeP, weaRy
froM woRk sTEALing sOuls,
theiRs... tO kEEp...
SO, thE moTHerS faLL
HuddleD aNd thE chilDren
stanD loSt, thE liFe deaTH
diSordeR
PRESerVed aT...gOds... coSt...
M P 13/5/21
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❤️ just a moving and emotional write again Marion
hugs xo
Thanks Gwen xx
Bloody hell lass u got my melancholy here 🥲💙💕
Aw thanks Jill ♥️
Oh the images you paint here are both beautiful and sad. This poem has really got to me. You have so clearly demonstrated to all of us the depth of emotional pain that losing a child brings in words only you can write...and write so damn well! A beautiful, beautiful poem ⚘ x
Thanks so much for taking the time Tina...really appreciated love ❤️